A Lodge Talks Itself To Masonic Education: Part 1 Lost Focus

by Midnight Freemasons Guest Contibutor
Brian L. Pettice, 33°

Stained glass detail over the door of the Danville Masonic Temple (IL) home of Olive Branch No. 38 (photo by Gregory J. Knott)
At its stated meeting Tuesday September 4th Olive Branch Lodge No. 38 approved the following statement regarding Masonic Education:
“We the Brethren of Olive Branch Lodge No. 38 declare that, in order to increase the bonds of brotherhood and the quality of fellowship among our members and assist each of us in improving ourselves in Masonry, the study and especially the discussion of the meaning of the ritual, symbolism, philosophies, and purposes of Freemasonry shall be a principal part of our Lodge experience. To that end, we shall dedicate a minimum of the first thirty minutes after the Lodge is opened on each second stated meeting of the month to the study and discussion of such subjects.”
The Lodge is choosing to move beyond the usual and obligatory Masonic Education practice of a brother delivering a short, usually very short, talk at the end of a tired business meeting. The Lodge has decided to attempt the type of education experience that will give all of the brethren better opportunities to actively engage; the type of experience that allows each brother to really think about a topic, to share his thoughts, to hear the thoughts of his brethren, and to internalize what he has learned; the type of experience that may just change the culture of the Lodge and it has dedicated time to do that. My part in how this Lodge arrived at this decision is a story I hope can help other Freemasons who want their Lodges to follow a similar course. What follows is part one of a three part series telling that story.

Part 1: Lost Focus 

Since becoming a plural member a couple years back, I had informally been giving most of the lodge education talks at Olive Branch. The talks I had been giving were usually short—maybe my thoughts on what a particular piece of ritual meant or a bit of Masonic history—and they were usually delivered at the end of the meeting when most brethren, myself included, were ready to go home. I vaguely felt like we were just checking masonic education off on a list of tasks to complete. It was like taking a daily vitamin—you sort of felt better for having done it, but its real value was questionable. It certainly wasn’t as important as the “real” business of the lodge and if we rushed through it or even skipped it, it wasn’t a big deal.

Ron Vadeboncoeur was elected Worshipful Master of the Lodge this past December and asked me to be the official lodge Masonic Education Guy this year. Shortly after Christmas, Ron loaned me Michael Poll’s Measured Expectations, a book he had received as a gift. Ron asked me to read the book and base my masonic education pieces on the chapters of Poll’s book. Receiving that book would be the first of three occurrences, happening over a fairly brief time span, which would convince me that we needed to change our Lodge experience, especially the masonic education part of that experience.

I decided I would read Poll’s book through and then go back to develop something I could present about each of the chapters. I soon got off this track. I like to read at night when I go to bed. In my younger days, when sleep was optional, I could finish a book that caught my attention overnight and still function reasonably well that day. Now that I have gotten older, I rarely finish a book in a single setting. It usually requires several nights and I usually have to re-read the last couple of chapters that I finished the previous night because I wasn’t really awake when I was reading them. Anyway I was about halfway through the book when a friend of mine, Greg Knott, began a Facebook discussion group for the book—it was apparently a popular Christmas gift. Participating in this group would be the second of the three occurrences I mentioned that prodded me to seek to change our lodge’s focus on masonic education.

The group decided to discuss the book by chapter, so I went back and re-read Chapter One, “A young Man Joins a Masonic Lodge.” This chapter is one man’s story of becoming a Mason and being disappointed in what he found—a Masonic lodge whose meetings seemed to serve no Masonic purpose. Most of the discussion group shared an experience similar to that of the man portrayed in the book. Freemasonry had lost its focus--its Lodges and Members no longer knew its reason for existence. My thoughts began to crystalize around this general theme of lost focus, what that focus should be, and what might be done about the situation as I remembered my own experiences in lodge. Like the young man in the book and the members of the study group, I too found Freemasonry to be an organization whose members did not know its reason for existence. The “glory” days were gone when I entered a little over twenty years ago. There were some talented and dedicated brethren, but most seemed tired. Too few men were trying to perform the activities the lodge had always performed because the lodge had always performed them. The purpose or effectiveness of the activities wasn't questioned. The stated meetings were chores to be dispatched with as quickly as possible. The degrees lacked for participants. The organization seemed desperate to regain something it had lost, but did not seem to know what that something was. Having said all of that, I would confess that I was through the chairs before I really realized the situation. Like those before me, I got on the treadwheel and ran. Five years after joining the lodge I was elected Worshipful Master. I presided over quick and efficient “busyness” meetings and my Lodge performed the same activities it always had. I lamented the lack of attendance and participation at the lodge, but didn’t really have any idea why the situation was the way it was—what was missing.

Tune in for the next edition in our series when I discuss what I think was missing and what I thought we should do about it.

~BLP


Brian L. Pettice, 33° is a Past Master of Anchor Lodge No. 980 and plural member of Olive Branch Lodge No. 38 in Danville, IL and an Honorary Member of a couple of others.    He is also an active member of both the York and Scottish Rites.  He cherishes the Brothers that have become Friends over the years and is thankful for the opportunities Freemasonry gives and has given him to examine and improve himself, to meet people he might not otherwise have had chance to meet, and to do things he might not otherwise have had chance to do.  He is employed as an electrician at the University of Illinois and lives near Alvin, IL with his wife Janet and their son Aidan.  He looks forward to sharing the joy the fraternity brings him with others.  His email address is aasrmason@gmail.com.
 

Joseph Cerneau: A New Likeness

by Midnight Freemason Contributor 
Travis Simpkins 



In 1807, Joseph Cerneau (1763-1840/45) created his own Supreme Council in New York City. He didn't have any official authority to do so and his system was deemed illegitimate by the Supreme Council in Charleston. Nevertheless, his Cerneau Rite attracted many influential Masons of the time, including DeWitt Clinton, Grand Master of the Grand Lodge of New York. As a result, Cerneau's competing system of Scottish Rite degrees plagued both the Southern and Northern Jurisdictions for most of the 19th Century. It's a fascinating story of mergers, splits, contempt and treachery. Despite the long-lasting chaos that he caused, little is recorded about Joseph Cerneau's life and up until now there was only one known portrait of him.

In 1938, a halftone image of Joseph Cerneau was published in Samuel H. Baynard's History of the Supreme Council, Scottish Rite Freemasonry, Northern Masonic Jurisdiction. The halftone image is a vague remnant of a photo taken of a miniature portrait of Cerneau painted on ivory. Both the original photo and the ivory miniature have been lost.

A few months ago, I was contacted by S. Brent Morris, 33°, GC, who serves as the editor of Heredom (the annual publication of the Scottish Rite Research Society). He requested that I create a new portrait of Joseph Cerneau based on the limited information available. I had created composite portraits of historic figures before, but in such cases I had the convenience of looking at and combining several different known likenesses to form a new one. With there being only one known portrait of Cerneau, and a frequently published one at that, I really had no option but to use that image as a starting point and foundation. I simply envisioned the form and detail that the original ivory miniature likely contained and added that, but was also conscious to correct the distorted proportions and make the facial features appear more natural. The resulting, newly finished charcoal portrait of Joseph Cerneau made it's debut on page 61 of HeredomVol. 25, included in an essay by Arturo de Hoyos, 33°, GC, titled “The Supreme Council of the 43rd Degree.”

The book has already been shipped to Scottish Rite Research Society members and will soon be available for general purchase through the Southern Jurisdiction's online store here: 

www.scottishritestore.org

In addition to HeredomVol. 25, I'd suggest that readers interested in the subject of Cerneauism also seek out copies of Committed to the Flames by Arturo de Hoyos and S. Brent Morris (Lewis Masonic, 2008) and CollectaneaVolume 24 Parts 1 to 3 printed by the Grand College of Rites.

-TS

Travis Simpkins is a freelance artist with clients throughout the United States and Europe. He currently works on projects for the Supreme Council, 33°, NMJ in Lexington, Massachusetts. He also serves as a portrait artist for the Grand Lodge of Massachusetts, Grand Lodge of New Jersey and other jurisdictions across North America. His artwork is in many esteemed collections, including the Harry S. Truman Presidential Library & Museum in Independence, Missouri.

Bro. Simpkins is a member of Morning Star Lodge A.F. & A.M. in Worcester, Massachusetts. He is a 32° Mason in the Ancient Accepted Scottish Rite- Valleys of Worcester and Boston. He is also a member of Eureka Royal Arch Chapter, Hiram Council of Royal & Select Master Masons and Worcester County Commandery No. 5, Knights Templar.

Making a Brother

by Midnight Freemason Contributor
Bro. Michael Arce


How Freemasonry has progressed through centuries, one man at a time


Ask any Freemason what his most memorable moments are in life and his answers will no doubt include: the birth of his children, the day he was married, and the day he was raised to the sublime degree of Master Mason. I thought about that question this past Sunday night when I settled into my sofa to watch a few episodes of "Inside the Freemasons", the United Grand Lodge of England's documentary on Netflix. Through the five episodes in Season 1, we follow the stories of interested, newly made, and veteran (I don't like calling them "old" or "seniors") Freemasons throughout England. There were a quite a few times during the show when I would hit the pause button to answer my girlfriend's, "is that REALLY what happens at Lodge" questions. ("Yes." And, "sometimes," were frequent answers.) Honestly, I was surprised HOW MUCH of their ritual they shared in this series. What also struck me as odd was that this was the first Sunday night I was home since mid-August where I could catch up on my every growing Netflix watchlist.

Degree Practice


On Thursday, September 27, 2018 I made my first Mason. In my jurisdiction (Upstate New York) it is traditionally the role of the Junior Warder to perform as Master during the Entered Apprentice degree. Since I was installed in May, I have been taking my little blue book (Standard Work and Lecture - our ritual book) to work, when traveling, reading before bed, and yes, even in the bathroom to rehearse my part. Matter of fact, the week before the degree, I had a business trip to Las Vegas. During the free moments after sessions, I would take my ritual book to the pool. While my girlfriend was suntanning or snap chatting with her sisters back home, I would quietly whisper my lines, trying to not only memorize the material but become so intimately familiar with the work that when it was my time to address the candidate, those words written centuries ago would passionately flow with a confident delivery. Personally, my favorite place to learn ritual is in the bathtub. I can close the door, turn on the fan, fill up the tub, and soak the ritual into my soul. I find that the fan also provides good cover as I practice the pacing and rhythm of my delivery. I've often wondered how other Brothers carve out the time to study. "Is this how Washington would have done it," is a question I ask every time I step in the tub. At my mother lodge, St. George's #6, we have a reputation for strong ritual work. Our goal is to perform degrees with our Brothers in all parts with the highest level of proficiency in each role. Our Senior Deacon plans our degree rehearsal schedule which includes two-hour practices Sunday evenings, beginning about a month before each degree. The payoff is exactly what happened on this September night. Our meeting began with a social hour followed by dinner. Degree nights are special, as they usually bring some of our veteran members to Lodge. After dinner, I hurried to my seat in the South to focus on a passage that needed a little more attention. It didn't matter, by the time I was called to the East, my mind was on auto-pilot.

Watch Your Speed


From the initial gavel to call the room to order, to the moment when the candidate entered the room, sitting in the Master's Chair for the time next to the Chaplain, I experienced the same feeling I had the first time my Dad pulled the car over and let me get behind the wheel. As a father of a teenager learning to drive now, I completely understand the level of trust you must have in this new, still learning driver. Except this time instead of hearing my Dad say, "watch your speed," I heard the calm, reassuring coaching from my Brother in the East. It seemed like less than a minute had past when it was my time to address the candidate at the alter and give him the obligation. How I had studied these words for the past five years! And no matter how many distractions I had practiced with, NOTHING could compare to the intense rush I felt the minutes the lights were dropped with each step I took towards the center of the Lodge, bringing the focus of the candidate and his conductor to my eye by candlelight. Brothers, on this night, the Conductor was our RW Michael Brockbank who has served as the ritual teacher for our Lodge since... well, I haven't met a Brother of our Lodge yet who didn't learn ritual from or with Bro. Brockbank. My memory flashed to all of the weeknights spent at his home office, sitting around the table with other new Masons from my degree class, learning the answers to the questions to pass to the next degree in Masonry. Kneeling at the alter was our candidate, Juan Caballero, who, has read more books on Freemasonry than any other candidate I have had the pleasure to meet. In the meetings leading up to his acceptance, Juan would bring old Masonic books he would buy online or at antique stores, and eagerly share his latest find. My goal was to deliver a degree experience that exceeded his expectations. It was my turn to perform the Obligation and that's when my mind went *blank*. Words came out of my mouth that my mind was unaware of. I quickly looked at Bro. Brockbank's face and realized that I made the mistake of starting on the wrong degree! I caught my breath, quickly refocused, and just like when I took my first corner a little too fast in my Dad's old Buick Skylark, I eased off the gas, loosened up my grip, and brought the car back under control. With my mind back in my control, I finished the obligation and continued through the beautiful "making" of a new Brother.

Completing The Cycle


When I got back to the East, I turned to the Chaplin and said, "I can't believe after all of these years, after this much practice, this moment is over." It goes by so fast. For the candidate, it probably doesn't feel like that... I remember going through my first degree, my mind racing with so many questions: the room looked different, what were the words I just said, what does ALL of THIS mean? Trust me, I averaged at least five questions when we gathered at Michael's for ritual practice. In a hour and a half, I was back in my seat in the South, the meeting was closed, we gathered for photos in the East. [insert image: Degree Night] Afterwards I caught up with Bro. Brockbank downstairs. I always enjoy talking with my veteran Brothers. If you listen, you will learn something new from them every time. This night I shared how, as Master, during the degree, there were times that I felt much like the candidate across the alter from me. Confused. Uncertain. Excited. Bro. Brockbank smiled and commented on the completion of the circle. "You were made, passed, and raised. Now that cycle continues and moves forward." How true! While I didn't come home with a new Bible or white apron that night, I did leave Lodge with the knowledge and shared experience that traces back to the beginning of our ancient fraternity. I made a new Brother.

~MA

Brother Michael Arce is the Junior Warden of St. George’s #6, Schenectady and a member of Mt. Zion #311, Troy New York. When not in Lodge, Bro. Arce is the Marketing Manager for Capital Cardiology Associates in Albany, New York. He enjoys meeting new Brothers and hearing how the Craft has enriched their lives. He can be reached at: michael.arce@me.com

The Herald

by Midnight Freemason Contributor
by Steven L. Harrison, 33°, FMLR


About a year ago I joined the Red Cross of Constantine. It's a Royal Arch body with, shall we say, a bit of a complex degree structure compared to other Masonic organizations. At this point I'm still a novice and not well-versed in its organization and practices.

Recently I attended what was only my fourth or fifth meeting owing, in part, to the fact we were dark for three months.  We held the meeting in a local restaurant with a spacious back room well-suited for such purposes.  I went in and stopped at a table to talk to the Secretary – I mean, Recorder. (I still don't have a handle on all the officers' titles).  As I was talking to him, a couple other guys walked up behind me. It was a trap.  

"Steve," they said in unison, "the incoming Sovereign needs a Sentinel for next year. Would you be willing to step in and help him out?"

"Oh, uh," I babbled on about being honored but having commitments and not knowing if I could do justice to the job – and basically anything else I could think of that did not involve the word "yes."

It was three against one. Before I knew what had happened I had agreed to be next year's Sentinel.  "Not a big commitment," I told myself, "and I'm helping the Brothers (actually, Knight Companions) out."

That settled, we sat down to open the Chapter – I mean, Conclave. (I still have a lot to learn). It wasn't a standard opening since we were not in a Lodge room, but we went through the verbal part of the ceremony. At one point, there came a series of knocks followed by an uncomfortable silence.  A friend seated next to me leaned over and whispered, "Return the knocks… you're the Sentinel."

I whispered back, "I thought that was next year."

"No," he said, "I think you're it now."

I knocked, and the remainder of the opening went off without a hitch.  We had our dinner and started the business portion of the meeting.  It came to light that So-and-So, the Thus-and-Such officer had to drop out of line.  Discussion followed and it became obvious all officers below Thus-and-Such would move up. So I became the Herald-designate for next year. "Congratulations," said my buddy sitting next to me.

Business finished, it was time to close.  The formal closing proceeded until the Eminent Viceroy (second in command) declared the Conclave closed and sealed the deal with the same series of knocks from the opening.  Again, there was an uncomfortable period of silence. As before, the companion next to me stepped in, "Steve, you're the Herald. You're supposed to return the raps."

"I thought I was the Sentinel. I'm supposed to be the Herald next term."

"No," he advised, "You're the Herald now."  I followed up with raps that would make any Herald proud.

So, let's recap. I went into the meeting a member with no particular duties or responsibilities. Then I became the Sentinel-designate; then I became the Sentinel; then I became the Herald-designate; then I became the Herald.

That's the way it goes sometimes in our various Masonic bodies.   I'm sure similar things have happened to others. It took me five years to become Worshipful Master of my Lodge, a journey that would ordinarily take ten in my jurisdiction. One Brother I know did it in two. When membership declines, when Brothers fall out of line for one reason or another, others have to step in. We all wish it was different but Freemasonry isn't the only membership organization experiencing this in our activity-saturated lives today. So I'm glad my reluctance subsided and I am able to step in and help out. I am also honored they asked.

~SLH

Bro. Steve Harrison, 33° , is Past Master of Liberty Lodge #31, Liberty, Missouri. He is also a Fellow and Past Master of the Missouri Lodge of Research. Among his other Masonic memberships are the St. Joseph Missouri Valley of the Scottish Rite, Liberty York Rite bodies, and Moila Shrine. He is also a member and Past Dean of the DeMolay Legion of Honor. Brother Harrison is a regular contributor to the Midnight Freemasonsblog as well as several other Masonic publications. Brother Steve was Editor of the Missouri Freemason magazine for a decade and is a regular contributor to the Whence Came You podcast. Born in Indiana, he has a Master's Degree from Indiana University and is retired from a 35 year career in information technology. Steve and his wife Carolyn reside in northwest Missouri. He is the author of dozens of magazine articles and three books: Freemasonry Crosses the Mississippi, Freemasons — Tales From the Craft and Freemasons at Oak Island.